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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: CT-5597 | Jesse/CT-6116 | Kix Characters: CT-5597 | Jesse, CT-6116 | Kix Additional Tags: jessix, cloneship, Au everyone lives, Fluff and Angst, HEA, Narrative + Dialogue Series: Part 7 of Jessie/Kix Summary:

Kix found Jesse, again.

happy Friede Friday everyone! Aka the one day of the week where we cope with The Fall (and pray he somehow comes back. Thank you to @dragonaboni-blog for making this day about our fave prof)

anyways here’s my contribution:

(Short one shot for Friede Friday that will probably turn into something bigger idk. Also WC’s dads are Murdock and Friede)

Before Everything~ (1/?) Pokemon Horizons

W.C reflects on her life before being left in Paldea.

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I remember what you used to say to me when I was little.

‘Everyday is a new adventure waiting to happen, you just have to go out there and find it!’

You and Papa would always remind me when I was feeling bored or sick and helped make my day better.

I remember the day you caught Skye for me when I was 6 after we helped her wing heal. I remember you and Papa helping me with my homework and studies when I’d get too frustrated and make a scene. I remember the time you forgot to buy me a birthday present when I was 10 because you were too busy helping that old lady figure out why the wild pokemon in her yard had disappeared. You made up for it though by letting me fly the ship for a day.

I also remember the day you left me behind. I’ll never forget it…

One day, we stopped in Paldea for a regular supply run. Then, your old teacher called and asked you to stop by, said she had a special job for you. You said yes and I begged to come with. You took me and Mr. Alex taught me how to make an origami Swablu while you and the others talked about the job. When we came back, you were getting ready to leave. I of course made to join you but you shook your head no. You said I’d be staying with Ms. Lucca and Mr. Alex while you and the others did the job.

I fought back, saying I could help. I didn’t care if I was causing a scene in front of our hosts, I just wanted to go with you on the job like all the others. But you said no, that this job was a bit too risky for that and for me to stay with Ms Lucca and Mr Alex. I remember Ms Diana having to hold me back from running after you when it was finally time for you to go.

‘I’ll come back for you after the job is done, I promise!’ you swore.

Request: “TW and Percy Jackson imagine the reader is Scott demigod half sister and she comes home after awhile w/ the wars and stuff and the dead pool list is happening and the reader is on the list bcuz she is a demigod and stuff like that she new about their world but they never new about hers besides Deaton and their mom.” 

Ship: Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader under-tones 

Warnings: angst, yelling, fighting, blood, war, conflict, fluff, swearing, flirting, etc. 

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. I didn’t get to this season so I apologize if any of this is incorrect 

Third P.O.V

(Y/n) stood above the carcas, reveling in the blood and fight that had finally been quenched inside her heart. Ever since the young girl could walk, there was a thirst unlike any other. No food or drink could quench her hunger. A supposed “gift” given to her by her father, Ares, god of war. Though few, children of Ares lusted over violence and physical untamed aspects of conflict thanks to dear ol’ dad. (Y/n), on the the contrary, was built more like a daughter of Athena, blessed with her mother’s brains however cursed for fight, so much so one salivated to the thought. 

Melissa met Alex, Ares name given at the time, outside a nightclub. Alex planned on creating complete havoc, pain and anguish that would make mortals perish. Melissa had first seen him pull up in a motorcycle, the deep color of a raven. And with a face that would steer most away. His rough exterior almost covered up his small gruff beard and warm chocolate brown eyes. Women asked themselves if he terrified them or excited them. But good girls like bad boys. And Melissa was no different from the majority. 

And for the first time, Alex swayed from his mission and enjoyed the frisky college graduate. That night, he took her away and treated her just the way she’d hoped for. Rough, lustful embrace and only highs between the two. They spent the next few days together, throwing caution to the wind before Melissa would return home to continue her nursing career. He enjoyed the wild woman who was as rough with him as he was with her, couldn’t believe a human could tame him. They separated and soon, Melissa found out she was pregnant, changing her life forever. 

(Y/n) took her father’s built, tall and strong. But she wore her mothers gorgeous facial features, entrancing everyone with her gaze. The combination of both created the perfect soldier, the perfect demi-god warrior. Pleasing not only her mother but especially her father. Ares believed himself to be cruel, a heartless god without compassion or love. (Y/n) refused to believe that though, knowing well he’s been watching over her since birth. Sending her little signs of himself to her just the way he may for all his children, she wasn’t sure about that last one though. 

Cleaning off her blade to sheath, she made her way back to Beacon Hills. There would be no blood shed this night or the next. Her lust and thirst had been quenched and she longed for her little family. Tonight, she would not serve Camp-Half Blood, nor would she take orders from her superiors, not even the Gods. Tonight, she wanted to be a normal twenty-two year old college student. 

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Scott’s eyes never left the list, heart beating quickly as he scanned the names. The pack stood around the kitchen, some trying to look strong while others wore their fear plainly. What haunted Scott more were the kids who were slashed out. Dead. Mercilessly murdered to rebuild something better. An idea created from the mind of a lunatic. Stiles looked over his shoulder, gawking outright as the young boy pointed to the screen. “Son of a bitch..” The tone that left his friends mouth drove fear down Scott’s spine. 

“What?’ He asked, not actually wanting to know the answer to the question. 

“Is that...” Stiles pauses. “Your sister..?” Scott’s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. Not wanting to believe his eyes. But there it was. (Y/n) McCall. The highest name on the list. Suddenly, he heard the front door creek open. Scott stands with blinding speed, almost throwing the chair to the side in the process. Though human, Stiles is the first to throw himself into the danger, bat in hand. His heart beating out of his chest for the first girl he ever had a crush on, worry washing over him as they make their way over to the living room. 

Turning over the corner, they came to an abrupt stop. Melissa held her eldest child, clutching her close and pulling her down to her level. A few faint tears slipped from the mothers eyes, longing for her beautiful daughter. She looked tall and strong, built like a bolder with the face of a goddess. “Mom, get away from her..” Scott’s voice croaked, fear festering in his heart. Melissa pulled away perplexed before he answered. “She’s on the list..” The older woman sighed, stepping in between the two which made him more confused. (Y/n) put her hand on her mother’s shoulder, smiling softly. 

“It’s time, mama.. He’s old enough to know.. “ Small but distinct tears slipped down her mother’s cheeks when she nodded before clearing her throat. “You kids better sit down for this..” Scott sits amongst the pack, on the edge of his seat, begging to understand why his older sister was on the dead pool. (Y/n) leads Melissa over to sit before standing amongst her brother and his friends. She smiles faintly to Stiles, noticing how much he filled out into the man he is today. 

“Before you were born-” She says to Scott, “Before I was even born, mom met a man at a nightclub. His name was Alex. Or that’s he told her. They fooled around and not long after mom returned home to continue her nursing career, she became pregnant with me. When she was with Alex, he told her something strange. Something she didn’t believe because it was far too insane to be real. That was until she gave birth to me and she believed..” 

Glancing over to her mother for confirmation to continue. And with a simple nod, she drove on. “Alex had told her his real name.. Ares.. God of war. During her pregnancy, women often go through unbelievable amounts of pain.. Mom didn’t. I took all of her pain. Ares loves violence, conflict, enticing pain, and practically feeds off it. And that’s exactly what I did. I took all her pain away, fed off of it almost.. That’s when she started questioning. When I cut my hand, reveling in the blood and pain, the gash quickly healed. But that’s when she knew for certain.” 

Melissa sighed, feeling quietly for keeping such information from her son as her daughter continued. “Scott, what I’m trying to tell you is.. I’m a demi-god. When my.. aggressive tendencies became too much for mom and Deaton to handle, she sent me to Camp-Half Blood. A school for demi-gods. It’s a place where we can not only get our human education but understand the gods and goddess, how to fight and survive and train. I’m one of the top ranking demi-gods. The past two years, I’ve been sent around the world on missions sent by the gods in order to keep tranquility. Funny to think they would send a demi-god who loves conflict to stop conflict.” 

Silence. He wasn’t sure what to say. But the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. (Y/n) was aggressive, never to Scott or Stiles, rather gentle with them actually. But when it came to people who picked on them, she could be vicious. She was far stronger than the whole lacrosse team combined. “Scott-” She mutters, drawing his attention. “I don’t want you to think of me as a monster.. I would never hurt you..” He knows that deep down. Maybe that’s why he’s quick to pull her into a much needed embrace. “I missed you.. so much.” He admits, openly. 

When she pulls away, she sniffs. “Also, why does it smell like dog in here?” This time Scott laughs outright, beckoning her over to a chair. “Now I think it’s time for you to sit. There’s a lot I have to catch you up on.” (Y/n) misses this, the connection she had with her family, though jagged and strange, she ached for it. And for at least tonight, things would be as normal as they could be. 

It had been a few hours after Tyreese's plea to stay, and for the most part, some of us were outside. Myself, Carol, Carl, just enjoying the sweet air, the warm feeling of the sun on us in the courtyard.

"It's so quiet," Carl said, almost blissfully. I could hear someone walking around, the gravel crunching under their feet. I hummed in agreement.

"It's easy to forget how loud the world used to be. I used to complain about it all the time. Traffic, construction, car alarms, noise pollution. Oh." She seemed to laugh and sigh together in a second.

"What I wouldn't give for the sweet sound of a jumbo jet." I laughed, also somewhat missing all the wonderful sounds of the city.

"Or a boat, with all their horns, and the ocean, and the birds." I laughed, secretly wishing I'd wake up from this mess on a yacht somewhere with my family.

"It'd be even sweeter if we were all on it," Carl added. We all took a second to agree on that, it would be nice to be in the air, away from all this craziness.

"Your mom was proud of you," Carol told him, I half smiled, feeling the same despite barely knowing him and not knowing his mother at all but Carl seemed to take the change of humanity in the world fairly easy, even with his young age.

"For what, being mean to her?" Carl scoffed, kicking at the gravel. I furrowed my brows, and suddenly I felt like I was intruding on this conversation. It wasn't meant for my ears.

"No, you can't think about that." She told him. They were pacing now, I stood still by the cement post.

"It's all I think about," Carl muttered, and as suddenly as the conversation had started it was ending.

"Do you hear that? It's a car or something." I said, walking closer to the fenced area ahead of me.

"Please be them." I prayed to whoever was up there.

And it was closer, the sound was heavy now, my eardrums bustling.

"It's them, hurry," Carol ordered, I stayed off to the side, waiting for the news. They opened the gate, closing it immediately after the car drove in, stopping right in front of me. I heard doors open and close and my heart was drumming quickly.

"Drive em' up. I'll meet you there." Rick asked.

"Ok." It was from Maggie. And I felt my chest feel lighter, she was safe.

She was alive.

"Thank god." Rick breathed, gathering Carl in his arms. I heard them breathing each other in, thanking everything they believed in that they returned to each other for another day.

"Where's Hershel?" Rick asked.

"He's in the cell block," I answered, I didn't mind that Rick was impartial to my presents but I tried to make myself known at least.

"Where's Daryl?" Carol asked. I turned so fast I thought I had whiplash.

"What do you mean?" I asked, walking towards her. "Where is he?" I questioned, needing an answer.

It's all right. He's alive." Rick answered, walking towards us, comforting Carol.

"Then why isn't he here? Where is he?" I cut him off. I felt better knowing his life had been spared but it still didn't settle the now very queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. I felt sick.

"We ran into his brother. They went off." Rick told us both now, his voice sharper than it was a moment ago.

"He left? Daryl Left? So- so what? He's gone?" I questioned. My stomach lurched with every confirmation I got that Daryl was indeed no longer here.

"Is he coming back?" Carol asked, but this time Rick didn't have an answer and after a moment Carol scoffed, pulling me away with her.

Carl and Rick followed behind us, talking amongst themselves.

"And Oscar?" "No."

We all walked in silence then, closing the gate and walking towards the prison, the sounds of hungry walkers fading away from us the further we got.

We got to the rest of the group, all reuniting. Beth was snug with Maggie, thanking god they came back ok.

"You came through like always. Sounds like we have a new problem on our hands." Hershel told Rick as Carol and I walked inside, I stopped pausing in the doorway.

"Yeah." "You get a good look at him?" "He had Daryl and Merle pitted against each other. A crowd cheering for them to fight to the death. What kind of sick mind does that?" Rick asked him.

"The kind this world creates." There was a pause.

"What's wrong? The baby?" Rick's voices changed into one of urgency.

"No, not the baby. Eats like a horse, sleeps like a rock." Carol and I walked away now, no longer interested in the conversation.

"We need to find Daryl!" I told her as we kept walking, Bear hot on my heels.

"He'll find us, Monet. He'll find us." She rubbed my back as tears slipped down my cheeks.

We walked back into the common room where we kept our guests. Carol, Carl and I were sitting and waiting to hear Rick's ruling. Soon the loud sound of the metal doors opening for Rick and Hershel perked us all up.

He walked right past us really, and we followed, leaving and locking them back up. Rick went to Beth to pick up his daughter, her immediately crying. It was quiet besides a small comment Beth had made and the babies constant crying. He gave her back to Beth.

I could barely listen let alone participate in Carol and Beth's newfound conversation about babies until Daryl was mentioned, then my heart started beating a little faster.

"I don't see why he had to leave. Merle sounds like a jerk." Beth mentioned to Carol and suddenly I was interested again.

"Men like Merle get in your head, make you feel like you deserve the abuse," Carol told her, and that gut-wrenching feeling was back.

"Even for Daryl?" Beth asked, and now I was on the edge of my seat, desperate for Carol's knowledge of this man who had convinced Daryl to leave us. To leave me.

"I'm hardly the woman I was a year ago,  but if Ed walked through that door right now, breathing and told me to go with him, I'd like to think I'd tell him to go to hell." Carol sighed.

"You would." I piped up, giving her a weak smile.

"Doesn't matter." She breathed, taking a few steps before Beth spoke.

"We're weak without him." I hated the need in her voice as she longed for Daryl the same way I did. I bit my lips so hard it started to bleed.

"We'll get through this, too. Tyreese and his friends seem capable." Carol told her, or us.

"I'm pissed at him for leaving," Beth said and before I knew it I was standing, marching away from the lovesick girl. A small part of my brain called jealousy was uneasy with how openly Beth expressed her feelings for Daryl.

She didn't get to be mad at him, what about me? Daryl is the only person who wanted me around and he left me. Vulnerable to the wolves, or better known Rick possibly throwing me out to the walkers on my own.

I was pissed! Me!

I stopped in a random hallway, stopping and listening to the silence for a moment be alone finally. It wasn't long before I could hear more voices, echoing throughout the halls. I followed along to the sound, down by more cells.

It was Hershel and Glenn.

Request: “Hey I was wondering if you could do a request I have about Scott from teenwolf I was wondering if the story could be based off of halseys music video colors but Scott and the reader end up together in the end” 

Ship: Scott x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: angst, mentions of smoking, death, yelling, fluff, minor kissing, etc. 

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. This is my interpretation of the song and the lyrics, not the music video if that’s okay 

Tagged: 

Third P.O.V 

Blood dripped down the stone wall, leaving a trail of footprints and severed limbs Gaping, (Y/N) fell back into Scott’s arms while Lydia choked back a sob. Nobody deserved this.. Scott thought to himself as tears trickled down his cheeks, flushing with a mix of pain and anger. They were so young.. His muscles tightened and in turn, pulled (Y/n) closer to his chest, stifling her shaking frame. 

Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so You said your mother only smiled on her tv show You're only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope I hope you make it to the day you're twenty-eight years old

Much had changed in Beacon Hills since the slaughter of innocents the pack could not save. Scott was nothing short from heartbroken, tormented by the thought that he wasn’t enough to help them You could have saved so many people.. He muttered to himself at night, far from prying ears. Each of the pack members were plague with anguish and self-hatred. Having held the weight of the world on their very fragile shoulders. 

The memory of such a tragedy made Scott rest the small blunt between his teeth, inhaling deeply as he’s taken away from the pain. Or at least that’s what (Y/n) and Stiles believed. As time passed the golden boy arrived school late or hungover from stealing his mothers alcohol from her liquor cabinet. After two weeks Stiles was surprised he was still showing up to classes. 

You're dripping like a saturated sunrise You're spilling like an overflowing sink You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece And now i'm tearing through the pages and the ink

Scott’s walls were not built well to begin with and his cracks were breaking. It took (Y/n) everything in her power to not outright smack him upside the head in class. The death of those innocents were not their fault. Though riddled with guilt, she was aware enough to realize that being in a world as dark as the supernatural, some people cannot be saved. What felt worse was the shame she felt inside herself. Gazing at the boy she’d fallen hopelessly in love with. Her heart ached to see him smile once more. 

Everything is blue His pills, his hands, his jeans And now i'm covered in the colors pull apart at the seams And it's blue And it's blue

A week later Scott stopped attending all his lectures. Upon hearing the news Melissa recruited Stiles to put a stop to this behavior. Being a nurse, Melissa understood the process of grief and self-hatred. But this was something she would never be able to wrap her head around. There was an emotional, animalistic connection so heightened and intrusive in a werewolf state that truly effected him to his core. She knew that her only help could be his best friend. 

Everything is grey His hair, his smoke, his dreams And now he's so devoid of color He don't know what it means And he's blue And he's blue

A gentle hand knocks against his door frame. Too soft and kind to be Stiles. For the first time that evening, he leaves his bed and pulls open the door to see her. A moment of distastes washes over him, appalled at the unclean circumstances. “M-May I come in?” Without hesitation, Scott pulls open the wood frame. He shifts from foot to foot, visibly uncomfortable at the pigsty he’d been living in. 

You were a vision in the morning when the light came through I know I've only felt religion when i've lied with you You said you'll never be forgiven till your boys are too And I'm still waking every morning but it's not with you

Before he could comprehend her quick movements, she pressed her lips onto his. Though shocked, Scott’s body moved naturally against hers. The sweet taste of cherry from her lips left him dizzy as she pulled away to preach, “Stop this. Scott, please. It’s not your fault. Stop blaming yourself for something we couldn’t change. I spoke with the high priestess from my coven.. I begged her for answers. Needed to know if we could have done something to change the fate.. But there wasn’t.. It was set in stone.” 

You're dripping like a saturated sunrise You're spilling like an overflowing sink You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece And now I'm tearing through the pages and the ink

In that moment in time, the young boy’s world shifted. The fog dissipated and for the first time in weeks he could finally see. Guilt would rear it’s ugly head, of course. But that evening, the two teens would embrace lovingly and cope tomorrow. 

Request: “I also have another idea for Teen Wolf and Supernatural imagine crossover the reader is Sam and Dean half sister and she falls in love w/ Liam and she's a part of the pack and stuff and both her and Liam are in a relationship together and her brothers hate it and the pack for being supernatural and Dean hates Liam bcuz he's a werewolf and bcuz of Scott and now the reader is pregnant Liam baby and Sam and Dean want the reader to get rid of it bcuz of the DNA and stuff like that and the reader wants to be w/ Liam and protect her baby from her brothers and she fights for her little family that she has.the reader doesn't care weather or not the baby is a werewolf and she won't get rid of it simply just bcuz of it”

Ship: Liam Dunbar x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: angst, mentions of teen pregnancy, yelling, blood, fighting, fluff, minor kissing, etc. 

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. 

Tagged: @bailey-hoover @kiralivelove @thalia-prior-of-ravenclaw@anamcg317@bellasett @queentiffanyyy @archer-whovian-violinist @beingmadinwonderland @princessisabelle19@violence-and-velvet @lachicadelamanzana @teenwolfbitches2

Third P.O.V

(Y/n) ignored the glares her brothers cast her way when she kissed her boyfriend, Liam. The siblings wholeheartedly believe this was her act of rebellion, dating a werewolf when she herself was a hunter. Everything about the situation was nothing short from morally wrong. What hadn’t even crossed their minds was the mere gentle idea that maybe she might actually love the dorky boy with the crooked smile. 

Especially when she laces her fingers through his, gazing into Liam’s eyes like a love-sick puppy before practically running from the brothers wrath. (Y/n) pecks his cheek smiling as they make their way to class. She didn’t care what anyone thought of her, too happy in her delusional bliss. That was until one night changed everything. 

(Y/n) slipped from the kitchen, vomiting into the nearest toilet. This had been the third morning in a row. She didn't think much of it, blaming the sickness on bad food. That was until she stopped cold in her tracks at a single thought that made her pale and vomit again. No, no, no, no. It's not possible. (Y/n) thinks to herself, shaking her head. It's impossible. 

The longer the suspicion lingered, the more terrified she became. That evening she slipped from her brothers prying eyes and with the help of her boyfriend, Scott and Stiles, they slipped her a pregnancy test through the window of her room and sat on the light brown carpet with the young girl as she wept openly.

Pregnant

Liam held his girlfriend, trying to hide his emotions as he watched her sob into his arms. He wasn't ready to be a father so young. His life would change forever and though he was still of youth, he knew he'd never let (Y/n) bare these responsibilities alone. Scott rubbed her leg, soothingly while Stiles ran his warm hand up and down her back. The simple action from each of them reminded her that she wasn't alone.

"We have to tell them.." Scott muttered so softly it was almost inaudible.

(Y/n)'s stomach dropped, paling as her sniffles grew.

"Hey, we have your back. You're not alone." Stiles said though his  voice didn't belong to him, emulating the tone of a man who cared for his children versus the boy (Y/n) had first met.

Nodding, she knew she didn't have a choice. They follow her, careful to not be too far or too close to the broken girl. But when they entered the kitchen, Dean’s happy nature turned cold and unforgiving as he took a shot gun from the cabinet (Y/n) didn’t know existed there. 

“What the hell are they doing here?!” He growled much like the monsters he was so persistent on killing. 

Liam squeezed her hand, reassuringly. “Dean stop.. There’s something I need to talk to you guys about..” 

Sam stood, crossing folding his arms but Dean kept the gun locked and loaded. At least one of them was listening. She swallowed down the fear that seemed to fester in her stomach. Or maybe that was the morning sickness of her unborn child. 

“Sam.. Dean..” (Y/n) sighed, “I’m pregnant..” 

The young girl stood in front of Liam, sliding out of their grip to protect him as Dean cocks the gun. “What?!” He growls, anger in his eyes at the thought of Liam giving her a child, let alone him being the one thing he wanted oh so desperately to kill. “You are not having that monsters child.”

Sam pushed down the gun, thinking more logically. That however didn’t mean he wasn’t upset. “I’m with Dean on this (Y/n). You can’t bare a werewolf offspring.” Without hesitation, Scott came to her defense. “You do realize that not all werewolves are bad? We fight the bad ones. We have been doing that and you can’t deny our progress. Because of us, there has been peace in Beacon Hills. 

“You talk of wiping away all the monsters but how many have you taken for your delusional cause without realizing some of them just want to live their lives? Who’s to say that this child isn’t the same? I didn’t want to be a werewolf! My entire life changed because of it but I didn’t have a choice. Neither did most of my pack. And for you to close the doors on your baby sister, the one person who needs you the most right now, you’ll choose your pathetic mindset over family? Tell me that isn’t the case.” 

Before either of them can speak, (Y/n) takes his side. “I’m not giving up on my little family.. I won’t do it. Dad gave up on me and when he died, Bobby found me. Without him.. and then without you guys, I wouldn’t- I wouldn't be alive. I’m not giving up the way Dad did to me. I’m gonna fight for this child, werewolf or not.. I’m staying with my friends for a while until you’ve come to a decision.” 

The boys stood there speechless at the tone of her voice, the same one their father had when he was headstrong about something. There was no use in changing her mind as she packed her back for the week, unaware of how long she’d be out of the house. (Y/n) threw her things in the back of Stiles jeep, smiling up at her friends despite the tension in the air. She’d always fight for her little family that she made with her friends. And a wise man once said, family don’t end in blood. 

Summary: reader plays music at the local coffee shop and catches Stiles’ eyes. 

Ship: Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: pure fluff, swearing, angst, yelling, minor kissing, etc.

Notes: none of these gifs are mine 

Tagged: @bailey-hoover @kiralivelove @thalia-prior-of-ravenclaw@anamcg317bellasett @queentiffanyyy @archer-whovian-violinist @beingmadinwonderland @princessisabelle19 @violence-and-velvet @lachicadelamanzana

Third P.O.V

Stiles fidgeted in his seat, Scott on one side and Isaac on the either. “Scott are you sure this is a good idea? Taking a break when a siren is out here possibly killing people?” The squirmy boy hisses into his alpha’s ear. Scott scoffed at his friends attempt to destroy their one night of peace. “Stiles. Shut up and enjoy the show. Get yourself a drink and relax.” Sighing, he takes his friends not so kind advice and grabs an iced coffee to subdue the heat of anxiety that bubbled in his chest. “Relax.. relax.. relax.. I can relax. I’m Mr. Relax..” He sips the cool drink, humming in delight but before heading back to his seat, Stiles ran into a warm body with a loud thud. 

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!!” The voice said from below him. When he looked to see the culprit, his whole world seemed to turn upside down. The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen stood in front of him with a shy smile, voice as sweet as vanilla. “I swear I need to watch where I’m going.” She blushes crimson and his heart melts as she bobs from side to side, her guitar swinging with her movement. “Oh no, you’re totally fine! I should be the one apologizing, I’m constantly running into things. And in this case I ran into a pretty girl.” He assures her softly. (Y/n) blushes, laughing quietly and Stiles heart yearns to hear more.

“That was a terrible flirt, I’m sorry. I’m Stiles. Are you performing tonight?” Gesturing to the guitar in her hand as he stuck out his palm for her to take. When she slides it into his, neither one of them can deny how perfectly they fit together. “I’m (Y/n). And I thought your flirtation was very cute. I am performing tonight. I have a few songs I wrote that I’m very excited to play. You staying to watch?” She was hopeful that he would stay for her, cheer her on as she sung her heart out. When Stiles smiled, (Y/n) was sure enough he was a living angel. How could someone be so handsome? “I am! Some of my friends and I are here to take a break from-” He paused for a second before finishing. “-from school.” 

(Y/n) thankfully hadn’t noticed the little hiccup as she smiled up at the man with dreamy chocolate brown eyes. “Well maybe afterwards, I can show you around? Maybe give you a guitar lesson?” She mutters smoothly, moving her eyebrows flirty. Stiles pointed at himself, blushing and flabbergasted that this girl would ever want to talk to him longer than five minutes before nodding like a confused puppy. The sight makes (Y/n) laugh before she bids him farewell and goes behind the curtain to prepare for her set. Diana, (Y/n)’s drummer, smirked at her friend’s flustered expression. “Who was the boy?” Probing the young woman. Without hesitation she flipped Diana off, laughing as she tuned her guitar. 

Stiles returned to his seat, grinning from cheek to cheek. He buzzed with excitement, practically jumping out of his seat to see the girl with the bright smile and the voice of an angel. How could someone be so enchanting? When the blood red curtains pull open, his heart nearly explodes. “Good evening, everybody!” Her voice makes everyone smile, drawn in by her mere presence. The crowd screams for her. “I hope you’re all ready for some good music and a good time!!” The music starts off with a warm guitar rift accompanied by the soft kick of Diana’s drums. When (Y/n) sings, her voice washes over the room like a cool mist, drawing them in like a drug. Nobody can be pulled away, especially not Stiles.

He’s literally on the edge of his seat, elbows resting on his knees as the young man gazes up at (Y/n) with the biggest heart eyes anyone’s ever seen. The room seems to shift and move to the power of her tone, so strong it could rupture and tear the building apart. However, it doesn’t. It stays standing because she let’s it. Stiles doesn’t have a doubt in his mind that she can control whatever she wants with the confidence she emulates in her voice, the way she moves on stage entrances everyone on a holy level. When (Y/n) hums the last lyric, the room erupts in a chorus of claps. Stiles stands to his feet with a wide smile while Scott sits, coming to a realization when (Y/n) leaves the set. “I think we just found our siren..”